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Someone shoved their fist into my mouth, gagging me. I couldn’t close my jaw fast enough; my teeth scraped against his knuckle as I screamed my agony. The blade pierced my skin, dimpled it before slipping through the resistance. Pain vibrated through my side as it dragged backwards towards the curve of my ass. There was a pause in the air, a millisecond of relief before everything ripped me apart. Gone too soon, he slammed into me. Fighting against the force of them was not enough, I screamed at the intrusion. It surged him on. Rocked my body against the concrete. My blood trailed down my crack to my asshole as they twisted my body against itself. “Oh fuck, do that again,” the one in my pussy groaned as I hyperventilated.I couldn’t do this. I needed to stop this. Please stop this.Muffled screams of protest as the knife met resistance, closer to my lower back now. The cut shifted deeper as the thrusting shook the holder. “Dammit I can’t cut straight with your thrusting,” it was Tiny’s laughter.

“It feels too good, her cunt shakes against me,” He strained the words as he thrust further. The pressure in my head subsided. I was grateful and yet devastated. The finger shoved into my ass, stretching it. I screeched, rearing my head before a bloodied knuckle slammed my head into the darkened concrete.

When I woke up, my arms had been restrained behind my back, a muzzle was fitted against my head, and I couldn’t close my mouth. A hard object kept my mouth open, and my teeth couldn’t close around it. I felt full, too full as my body bounced forward, my head scooting against the surface beneath me. Everything was too tight. I screamed against the gag as I felt the tandem pressure breaking my insides. The dicks widened my entrance as my muscles contracted. Sore and not used to such force, I wept. My face lay on a sweaty chest as my pussy tightened against them again. “Guess someone finally decided to wake up,” he grunted as he surged into me. The pleasure crept in when their speed picked up.Don’t enjoy this. You fucking whore!I screamed into the gag when the third dick penetrated my sphincter along with the one already in it.

Moans tumbled out of multiple mouths as they continued their pace. My walls tightened without my permission as I desperately tried to fight it. The heat pulled against my stomach, lighting my body on fire while they rocked me between them. Saliva and tears mingled against that bare chest as I wept. The explosion of pleasure ripped through my body with vengeance as I moaned my release. Betrayed by the sensation, I basked in it, the high that left me weightless. It cured my pain and catapulted me into freedom that was mine and mine alone. I closed my eyes, trying to bottle the moment. If I could have preserved the feeling, it would have made it easier. I could stop fighting. The bodies stopped moving the moment torn away from me too soon. Soreness snuck in when they withdrew themselves. Paindrew its bow and shot every ounce of itself into me as I lay there discarded like a used rag doll.

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Present day–July 29th

My body feltlike an elephant sat on top of it, and when I tried to open my eyes, they didn’t want to obey.

“What do you mean you had to sedate her,” Scott’s voice filtered through, distorted, almost.

“She experienced an episode, a psychological evaluation would be best before we can release her,” the doctor’s voice responded.

“A psych eval? She was fine yesterday,” Scott urged. There were more words, but I couldn’t keep up; something didn’t feel right. Cool hands touched the inside of my wrist as the words jumbled together. I felt the weight crush me, and I wanted to fight against it but couldn’t stay present. Warm lips pressed against mine as the darkness pulled me down.

SHE HATES PUDDING

Present day—July 30th

“Iwant this fucking handcuff off, I don’t give a flying fuck about the psychiatric evaluation. If I have to eat one more pudding cup I will kill myself, so either bring me a burger or get the fuck out of my sight!” She screamed at me, throwing a box of kleenex at my head.

I ducked out of the way, but the corner still scraped against my head.

“Geez, Mia. I told you the reasons why we need to push that off,” I rubbed the corner of my head, and it was starting to bleed from the scratch.

I walked to the door and poked my head out, an attempt to get a nurse but none were in sight, so instead shut the door.

I whipped out my phone to solve the hangry mood swing that was in front of me and noticed the several texts from my girlfriend.

Melody: Sucks they made you fly back for work Keep me updated. I love you.

Melody: Hey baby, hope your flight went well; keep me updated.

Melody: Guess you got swamped with work. Text me when you can. Miss you!